Swinging the weeding hoe down at the moist soil trickles of sweat dripped down the mans cheek following down his sharp jawline and falling onto the ground. Kneeling down he pulled the weed out throwing it onto a pile he had stacked up.

Standing back up a cold breeze blew past him causing his damp dark brown hair to flow with the wind.

Looking up into the sky Choso’s eyes softened as light reflected off his irises as he gazed upon the stars in the sky. It was a beautiful sight as the man took a moment to breathe and reflect on himself

Choso was a simple farmer raising his ten siblings. He was a hard working man who’d do anything for his family. Which is why he was currently working out in the middle of the night to get enough money to feed them.

As the man was busy in his thoughts something had suddenly rammed into his back knocking him over as he fell face first into the ground. Letting out a grunt the man slowly pushed himself up as specks of dirt stuck to his cheek as he turned to see what had thrown him into the ground.

His eyebrows furrowed as he saw a figure covered in a black cloak on the ground behind him. Who was this and why were they out here this late the man thought as he silently stared down at the figure*

What the man didn’t know was that the figure who had rammed into him was the princess of their country who had recently just run away.